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Pastel Divider Set - Purple

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Requested by @namischild

Dividers List

no thoughts. just gojo in the iconic willem dafoe pose

masterlist 🏁 FORMULA 1

F1 VARIOUS

SWEET LIKE CINNAMON

🌶 🌹 — fluff

》 SEBASTIAN VETTEL

LOOK WHAT I DO TO YOU (🌶)

NO ONE BUT ME (🌶)

THINK IT'D TAKE (🌶)

WALKING C*CK BLOCK

SEBASTIAN'S TRUMP CARD

NEEDS AND WANTS

SEB JR'S

FIRST SLIP UP

◇ SEB JUNIOR'S AKA LOVE CHILDS (wink)

GIFTS AND BRIBES

NOT YOURS BUT MINE

VETTEL OR LECLERC

》 JENSON BUTTON

PREGNACY SCARE

NOT VERY TACIT

》 OSCAR PIASTRI

ONE MORE (🌶)

YOU CAN TAKE IT (🌶)

ONCE AGAIN (🌹)

PODIUMS AND CELEBRATIONS

MCLAREN ENVIES

》 LEWIS HAMILTON

CHEERLEADER (🌹)

》 KIMI RAIKKONEN

CAN I TAKE YOU OUT?

NO MATCH FOR KIMI

》 CARLOS SAINZ

PARANOID, sainz version.

PARANOID, leclerc version

OVERPROTECTIVE

》 TOTO WOLFF

SILVER FOX

WICKED OLD MAN

WOLFF ADVANTAGE

》 LANDO NORRIS

OBLIVIOUS WITH LANDO

》 FERNANDO ALONSO

NANDO'S CRIMES

》 LECLERC'S

LECLERC PARANOIA ■ NO NICETIES ALLOWED ■ CHARLES COMPETING WITH HIS GIRL ■ PIERRE YOU LUCKY SON OF A ■ NEW HAIR CHAOS ■ WEDDINGS WITH THE LECLERC'S

BACKGROUNDS; PAGEANTRIES, REPRIMANDS, FAVORS

LECLERC'S IN SWITZERLAND?

》 PADDOCK GROUPIES

THE MAN

GARAGE CHAOS

PRINCESS TREATMENT : team version

NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT : STROLL, QATAR

GRAND PRIX USUALS

SLC AU

MICK SCHUMACHER

sweet dream was over

my hand was the one you reached for

NEW !!!

RESTLESS

SURPRISES AND ELOPEMENT

TEENAGE DIRTBAG, vettel version

IF YOU GIVE ME A CHANCE

BLAMING THE BITE VICTIM

DRIVER BRIEFING, studs.

CAUGHT

💌 ; RANDOM TEXTS

BUNNIES 01

⚠️ ; GRID STUDS

OH SO SPOILT

⚽️ ; PADDOCK APPEARANCES

FOOTSIES, PUT ON A SHOW, MEDIA DUTY

“when i let a day go by without talking to you that day is just no good.”

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

summary: you find love when you least expect.

notes/warnings: you’ve got daddy issues (oops). takes place in 2005 but there are no spoilers. nothing too graphic or sad. i just used one scene from himym.

wc: 677+ (i’m too lazy)

being alone came naturally to you; you came to this world alone, and you would die alone. it’s a harsh reality you learned to live with. that’s why you always push others away, never letting your guard down for anyone, never letting anyone get too close. you can chalk it up to the abandonment issues you had as a child, but the simple truth is that avoiding closeness makes it easier for you when they eventually leave. 

so you’d think it wouldn't be that hard not to fall in love, but he proved that impossible. you tried to stop yourself, tried to distance yourself, but everything he did made you fall further into that rabbit hole until there was no getting out.

the first time you ever felt something was when you were having a ‘breakdown’ on the stairs leading up to the dorms.  

“hey, what are you doing?” he asked, bending forward to look at your face. your eyes widened; you thought you were alone. you thought everyone else was on a mission, and there was no one in the school. so you couldn’t care less if you were crying at a public. “oh! i’m just getting some fresh air.” your voice cracked. damn it. he’s going to find out something’s wrong. “are you…okay?” he walked up next to you, but he didn’t sit on the stairs; he waited. for what? he waited for you to say okay. for you to invite him. for you to open up to him. you nodded your head, and he took that as a sign for him to take a seat next to you.

“so…you wanna talk?” he didn’t look at you; he looked far ahead. he knew you didn’t want to be seen, especially not in the current state you were in. you never wanted to be seen as weak, and that was something he admired about you. “it’s nothing really…” if it were nothing, you wouldn’t be seated here crying. “my dad cancelled on me. he…i just haven’t seen him in a long time, and we were supposed to get dinner tonight, but uh..." you paused, your voice breaking. “he texted me just now to cancel.” you felt so vulnerable right now and in front of satoru of all people.  

“it’s silly, but you know he could have called. instead of just...” you sighed, you had to stop talking, you had to stop the tears from falling. you didn’t expect for satoru to put his hand on top of yours, but then again, he did a lot of things you didn’t expect. “that’s not silly, and if you don’t mind me saying. you’re dad is a complete idiot for not calling you. he should never let a day go by without calling you.” you turn to look at him, but he’s already looking at you when you do. “because when i let a day go by without talking to you…um that day is just no good.” he’s still holding your hand, and you’re starting to think he won’t let go until you feel better.

so you sat there and stared at each other for what felt like hours. you didn’t realize it, but somehow you both had gotten a lot closer to each other than before. you couldn’t dare look away from his mesmerizing cerulean eyes. your noses almost touching until a small droplet of water fell down on your nose, another on your head, and another and another.

it started pouring, so satoru held your hand and pulled you towards the shade, both your clothes slightly damp. you looked up at him and down at his hand, still holding yours. ‘would you have kissed me if it hadn’t rained? ’ you question. he looks down at you for a moment. you didn’t know, but his mind was asking a similar question. ‘would you have let me?’ none of the questions were answered, though one thing was certain.

satoru had gotten under your skin.

not in an annoying kind of way. but in the kind of way that made you see him in a different light.

a/n: hi. this is my first time posting on here. i just miss writing and i have been feeling inspired lately (meaning: gojo has taken over my life). anyway, i’ll most probably post a part 2 since this is incomplete.

am usually not into cosplayers but holy shit??? holy fucking fuck?????? this is like exactly how i picture my man in my head it's just nhggngghhnghhhh i feel kinda ngghnnhhnnghhn

Fernando’s first podium interview 2003 -> recent podium interview 2023 💙💚

megumi fushiguro // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

once bitten, twice shy

lost and found

your type?

dark red

pick you up, keep you close

i really (x6) like you

bunny kisses

the flower and the bee

(divine) dog cuddles

off limits

cockblocked by the squad

lover boy.

staring problem

pomegranate problem

conveniently yours

better late than never

you're the only one that's holding me down

takes one to know one

it's fenty

whatever this is

the birthday boy

with you, my fears disappear

hands

diamonds on the skyline

just feel it

laser focus

all my ghosts

making the last sacrifice

see you around

ducky slippers

therefore, i am

when you die, gojo is still in denial. they say there are five stages of grief, yet he still hasn't been past that first phase. he misses it a lot. your touch on his skin. the way you'd trace random lines on his thighs when you were so indulge in a book. and that sudden grip whenever you came across a thrilling part of it. he always chuckled at your sudden "whats" and "awws".

he misses how your voice would always get gentler when you spoke to him. your usual voice was a little loud but whenever you spoke to him, you'd be so sweet and calm.

he misses how you'd outshine anyone and everyone around you. even him. the strongest. your smile was brighter than the diamond on your engagement ring. but life is unfair, isn't it? he was so excited to turn you from his fiánce to his wife, only to find you dead and cold on the ground, the crimson blood filming the diamond, drenching it in itself.

but to this day, even after so many years, he still finds himself in denial when he accidentally (to what it seems like a hundredth accident) calls you his wife mid conversation with someone else. "oh my wife loves this...perfume," he says to the worker, his voice fading in the end when he realizes he was supposed to use past tense. "loved"

"why don't you gift it to her? i am sure she'll love it," the girl smiles. if only she knew.

but he buys it anyway. decorates it with pink ribbons and stuff, even when he knew you were not there to open it anymore. he comes home, sits in one dim light of the bedroom, unwrapping it. he sprays the perfume on one of your dress that he loved. your scent. god he misses it. the cerulean eyes mimic an ocean once again in the wait of his lover. a useless wait for you were never arriving on his door ever again.

☆Art by lillilllxpeg214 on twitter!☆

They are a set, do not separate

I really wanted to draw Max and Charles in the same style, because they are both great and brilliant drivers with heavy expectations/names on their shoulders and have been rivals since their kart days, but maintaining them different ( Max blends with the black background vs Charles standing out). Anyway sorry for the rant

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